I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Ha! They say that I won’t last too long on Broadway (on Broadway)
I’ll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say (on Broadway)
But oh! They’re dead wrong, I know they are
'Cause I can play this here guitar
And I won’t quit till I’m a star on Broadway (on Broadway)
He ordered Chet’s guitar course COD,
Makes A&E an’ he’s workin’ on B.
Digs C&W&R&B an’ me an’ a chimpanzee
Agree that one day soon he’ll be,
A celebrity.
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
OWWWWWWWWW!
Gitarzan!
He’s a gitar man!
He’s all you can stand,
Give him a hand,
Gitarzan!
While my guitar gently weeps…
I was cryin’ when I met you
Now I’m trying to forget you
Your love is sweet misery
Now they’re some sad things known to man
But ain’t too much sadder than
The tears of a clown when there’s no one around, uh
All at once there’s a fat guy in a clown suit.
Ain’t Haller-ween, that’s for shore.
Then this here feller, this Punchy Neller,
Begins to beller – Like we all was deef.
Isn’t it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.
We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
Kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
I lit a fire with the love you left behind,
It burned bright as it climbed up the mountainside…
Took my fam’ly away from my Carolina home
Had dreams about the West and started to roam
Six long months on a dust covered trail
They say heaven’s at the end but so far it’s been hell
And there’s fire on the mountain, lightnin’ in the air
Gold in them hills and it’s waitin’ for me there
In my mind I’m gone to Carolina
Can’t you see the sunshine?
Can’t you just feel the moonshine?
Ain’t it just like a friend of mine
To hit me from behind?
Yes, I’m gone to Carolina in my mind
And Carolina day don’t rise in the morning
Don’t set in the evenin’
It ain’t that way
Look up in the morning
And you got a grin
And you’re with a girl
And you want to stay
Then my friend you’re in a Carolina day
Oh, oh, it’s a Carolina day
One of the memories that stays on my mind
About an old southern lady that I left behind,
Is a ramshackle bridge where the deep river winds
And an old two-lane blacktop through the tall long-leaf pines.
Carolina, Carolina
You’re hard,
But you’re hard to forget
O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches
O Christmas tree, o Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches
Your boughs so green in summertime
Stay bravely green in wintertime
O Tannenbaum, o Christmas tree
How lovely are thy branches
I’m a Christmas Tree
I’m a Christmas Tree
Everybody hangs their ornaments on me!
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman, would you weep for me?
Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
An’ all of them watching you
Stay off the track to Hattie’s Shack in the back of the Black Bayou